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Best Poems Written by Anthony Beesley

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Bitterness

Bitterness is a black pool of bad poison
And when it liquifies it saturates once warm and loving hearts
Leaving them ice cold,ill and frozen
Whoever it has chosen they chose bitterness first
It is more awful than anger with it's slow soul corrosion...
Like a creeping mad curse
It's voice speaks the next verse leaving it's listener feeling justified but still jaded and jagged
Like a sour off key symphony of souls...shattered spirits too rough around the edges...too raw and too ragged
Truth tellers can tag it...still it's victims claim it's a virtue and never a vice
Take a word of advice!
Get rid of that garbage before your days turn darker and your sad life soon decays
Give it to God! Get on your knees and pray

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Here I Rise

Here I rise... Surrounded by souls but still all alone
Born just ramble and bound just to roam
Nothingness is my name and nowhere is my home

Here I rise...Like silver moons down the golden slots
So synthetic and superficial...screaming for the jackpot 
Bright lights and big lies leave me stuck on the spot

Here I rise...Harsh words and hard times...just like a joint I smoke the rhythms and the rhymes
Riding higher than the heavens and then dropped hard just like a dime

Here I rise...There is no next time for me it's now or never as I become nocturnal as the day turns into night
I'm on the flip side of fear and on the wrong side of right

Here I rise...All I've got is just my word...wants they spread their wings
No time to cut the cord as a bad egg becomes a bird

Here I rise...Now I've tapped into a toilet where savage ones survive anyway that they can make it...where lions feast on lambs and twisted terror thrives

Here I rise...where coldness ones connive and they make their many monstrous moves one victim at a time

Here I rise...Where girls get on their gorgeous grooves...where the rubber meets the road...where blood stains the polished boots...where the metal meets the meat...where gangsters think they're gods

Here I rise...In salt pools full of screaming slugs...Going mad with agony like low down drugees with no drugs
Like shadows running from the spotlights...like melting ice cubes in the sun

Here I rise... Maladjusted and misguided...looking for that holy light still all alone and alienated
And when I ask the question...When will I leave this life?
There it is now I can see eternal eyes
No more sorrow No more sadness...Here I rise